Somebody Save Me From Myself (Open)

John sniffled and nodded. "Y-Yeah, sounds good..." He croaked out, trying to clear his throat.

"You stay here under the blanket and Ill go draw it for you," Ted said, getting up and starting the bath. He made it so it would be too hot and put some bubbles in. When it was ready, he went to get John. "Come on, baby."

John slid his shaking bod out from under the covers and followed Ted into the huge bathroom. He stripped out of his cloths and slid in the huge tub into the hot water. He sighed, sliding down and resting his head against the edge of the tub, eyes closed.

"You want me to stay or you want some alone time?" Ted asked, running a hand through John's hair.

"Stay.." John whispered, leaning into Ted's touch, eyes still closed.

"Okay," Ted said quietly and just kept stroking his hair, looking down at him.

John cleared his throat again before groaning quietly. "I hate being sick..." He whimpered, sniffling.

"I know, baby," Ted said, sighing sadly. "I wish I could make you better."

John sniffled again. "Could you buy me a new immune system?" He asked pathetically.

"I wish but I cant, baby. Im sorry," Ted said and kissed his cheek.

John sighed. "I love you, ya know that? Your amazing..."

ed smiled. "I love you, too, baby," he said.

John closed his eyes as thoughts ran thought his head. "Teddy, have you ever thought about kids?"

"All the time," Ted confessed. He wanted kids. But not quite yet.

John nodded. "Just asking." He said and started to drift off to sleep, right there in the tub.

Ted sighed. He knew he shouldnt let John sleep in the tub but he was right there and he wasnt going anywhere.

John slept peacefully in the tub, the hot water soothing his achy body. "Teddy..." He murmured as he slept, a small smile gracing his pout lips.

Ted smiled as he watched John. He couldn't believe that he had an amazing boyfriend after all that had happened.

John awoke sometime later, still in the tub. He groaned. "My skin my be all wrinkly..." He murmured, sitting up slightly.

Ted chuckled. "Maybe. How do ya feel?" he asked, getting up and grabbing John a nice, soft, fluffly white towel.

"A little better. Still sick though.." John sniffled, getting up and wrapping himself in the towel before going to slip into sweatpants and a t-shurt, sitting on the bed.

Ted sat next to John and pulled him close. "I used to get sick all the time. As a kid, I was sick with colds, the chicken pox, mono and such. I haven't really gotten sick since I started working with WWE," he said.

John raised his brow. "You too? I missed a lot of school because I always got so sick. I got the flu and colds and chicken pox was a living hell. I still get a cold from time to time if I don't dress warm enough." He said.

"I didn't go to school, so I didn't have anything to miss," Ted said.

John nodded. "Were you like home schooled or something?" He asked.